The Sting Of Death Is Sin


The sting of death is sin,
The strength of sin the law;

I feel the envenom’d wound within,
But who the sting shall draw?

Thanks be to God, I see
My health in Christ His Son,
Who, over sin and death, for me,
The victory hath won.

The law He magnified,
For me its curse He bore;
Who shall condemn?–‘Tis Christ that died,
Now lives for evermore.

My name upon the roll
Of His redeem’d be found,
And in life’s bundle be my soul,
For his soul’s travail bound.